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letra de sinnin - roddy ricch

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[intro]
yeah
i just been talking to myself and sh-t, sh-t be crazy
i be having million dollar conversations in my head and sh-t like that
“aye roddy i owe you a million”
“nah ricch, i owe you a million”
“we just made like two million”
“now we made like five million”
i just want one hundred million

[chorus]
i hope the lord forgive me, even though i keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin
i wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning
i got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again
middle of may, brought the maybach out, i got the ten on tint
i was out in houston with a whitney, street sweeper
i was in a rari with a model, woah, she’s a eatеr
whip it up, the fiends need it
and i stay by myself, thеse n-ggas can’t read me
anti-social oh, anti-social, anti-social oh
oh, anti-, anti-
[verse 1]
i’m about to ride with the ar, f-ck it i’m sliding in traffic
i put dior on my glasses, round after round, i’m four up
pound after pound, i’m going up
i’m in a lamb with four sl-ts, i d-mn-near drowned in four cups
the feeling be crazy, crazy
a lot of my n-ggas graduated, only place they made it was the cemetery
sometimes i got to throw the green mask on, feeling like i’m jim carrey
i do no talking, tom and jerry
he talking tough, i got to slide him
hopped out the porsche without a dollar
i got to get the coma, coma
her p-ssy the bomb, kamikaze
i got my new b-tch a maserati
you know that i got it, got it, got it
we flipping the page on n-ggas, i never could trust you n-ggas
i can never f-ck with you n-ggas, i can never go f-ck with new n-ggas
call me tarzan, i stay with gorillas

[chorus]
i hope the lord forgive me, even though i keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin
i wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning
i got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again
middle of may, brought the maybach out, i got the ten on tint
i was out in houston with a whitney, street sweeper
i was in a rari with a model, woah, she’s a eater
whip it up, the fiends need it
and i stay by myself, these n-ggas can’t read me
[verse 2]
wrapped the, wrapped the, wrapped the, wrapped the, wrapped the, wrapped the seven hundred
i’ve been getting my racks up, watch me catch the, catch the, catch the money
get twenty racks when i show up, we the realest n-ggas with the (?)
we got the trap sh-t (?), superpowers and the dirty sodas
all this ice on me got me colder, freezer on me like i’m minnesota

[bridge]
i can’t, f-ck with n0body, drugs got me, outside my body
i miss the slow, slow in the molly

[chorus]
i hope the lord forgive me, even though i keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin
i wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning
i got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again
middle of may, brought the maybach out, i got the ten on tint
i was out in houston with a whitney, street sweeper
i was in a rari with a model, woah, she’s a eater
whip it up, the fiends need it
and i stay by myself, these n-ggas can’t read me
anti-social oh, anti-social, anti-social oh
oh, anti-, anti-

- roddy ricch

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